Son of Jashin (Naruto/Percy Jackson)

Chapter 13: Vacation: Part One

Sorry About the Filler enjoy the Story!

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2010

Metropolis

September 1, 12:00 A.M.

"Ahhh!" Percy let out a sigh of contentment as he laid back on the top of the Daily Planet building's globe. Clair opted to stand, but her feet were on either side of the psycho's head, giving her boyfriend a clear view of what was underneath her trench coat. Red lace G-string. Funny how they made underwear like that for a girl Clair's age. Or maybe it was made for women who were the size of a thirteen-year-old?

Moon-Moon was crouching on his haunches off to the side, panting and tail-wagging.

"Well, Clair, we made it! The grand-fucking-world of Young Justice...so what you wanna do?"

The fiery red-head's face scrunched up in thought. "Hmmm...fuck, first and foremost-"

"I'm down with that."

"'Course you are. Um-oh! Here's an idea." Clair spun in place, and let herself fall, plopping her ass right on top of Percy's crotch. She began to gyrate her hips across his black jeans. The son of Jashin was quickly hard. Clair leaned forward, and when Percy leaned up for a kiss, she tilted her head to the side at the last moment.

"You dirty little shit-minx."

Clair just smirked, and, while still gyrating her hips across her boyfriend's clothed shaft, began to whisper her idea into Percy's ear. It was a testament to just how deranged the two really were, because it was more than just Clair's ministrations that got Percy to climax, it was all the twisted things she whispered in his ear.

"-and then, after we've killed them all and hung their bodies by their intestines, we'll-"

"Uhhhhh..."

Clair smirked something insane as she got her boyfriend to jizz in his pants. But she had dirty-talked him and had basically fucked him, so she felt accomplished. She was also wet, and her arousal brought a rather dark and kinky side to her. Clair pulled back, her six-pointed-star eyes glazed over with sultry seductiveness. She gently pushed Percy back onto the surface of the globe, and she began talking. Her voice was hushed, and husky, and carried with it a slur of dull insanity.

"Uh-oh," she said slowly, making her boyfriend shiver, "did my little man make a mess in his big-boy pants? Hm? Did you make a sticky, salty mess? Naughty boy...Momma thinks you need a spanking~."

Percy moaned, before his purple eyes suddenly burst into glowing crimson, a three-bladed pinwheel surrounding his pupil, and his moan of pleasure turned into a growl of sheer dominance. Quick as a bullet, the positions were flipped, Clair on her back and Percy on top. That dark glaze hadn't left the daughter of Amaterasu's eyes yet.

"You naughty boy...now Momma really thinks you need a spanking."

"I'll show you naughty, bitch," Percy said. Now, Percy wasn't the most dominant of males. He was way too mentally juvenile to be a top-person (seriously, the boy was, like, four in his head), and the way he was always either squealing or clapping or giggling like a child made it hard to take him seriously in any given situation. But at these times, when he and Clair engaged in their roleplay, as it were, a switch was flipped.

It was part of their psychosis, see, with Clair becoming the 'Momma.' The demigods both held a hatred for their mothers so fierce and deep, it borderlined on an obsession. So, with Clair taking on the role of 'Momma,' it became a catharsis for both of them. The way Percy treated Clair when their switch was flipped helped relieve some of the hatred they both had.